He moves back into the kitchen, and I shrink further into the shadows, pulse hammering in my throat.
Fuck, the tension is the most exquisite form of torture.
I bite my lip. I can hear him slowly circling the island, and my heart starts to thud in time with the pulse in my clit.
“I wonder...” His voice, a deep low growl, is now directly above me.
The legs of the stool scrape slowly across the floor, and there’s an excruciating pause before the cabinet door flies open, and his triumphant face appears. “Caught ya!”
Before I can react, he grabs me by the ankles, pulling me from my hiding spot, making me squeal.
Latching his big hands onto my waist, he lifts me onto the island and steps between my legs, crowding me with his heat.
“That was fast,” I pout.
“You think I don’t know every inch of this house by now?” He trails his fingers along the edge of my shorts, sliding just enough underneath to make my breath catch with anticipation. “Every place you could possibly hide?”
I shiver as his fingers dance along my skin. “Maybe I just suck atthis game.”
“Or maybe...” His lips brush against my ear, breath hot. “I’m just that good at finding what’s mine.”
He grazes his lips along my jawline until his mouth hovers just above mine. “You know what happens now, right?”
“I have some ideas,” I whisper, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
Grabbing my hands, he pins them behind my back. “My game, my rules.”
“Tell me.” My breath catches as he nuzzles into my neck again.
“First,” he murmurs against my skin. “No touching until I say so.”
I whimper as he releases my hands. Knowing I’m not allowed to reach for him only heightens the excitement pulsing in my veins.
“Second,” he continues, fingers slowly working at the buttons of my shirt. “No holding back. I want to hear, every. Single. Sound.”
My shirt falls open, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Ryder’s appreciative growl sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs.
“Third,” he murmurs. “You don’t come until I say.”
Sliding his palms up my thighs, he pushes them apart. Dipping his head between my legs, nose against the fabric, he inhales deep.
“Fuck, kitten. You smell so good.”
The warmth of his breath against my center makes me squirm. He looks up at me with those stormy gray eyes, dark with desire, before hooking his fingers into the waistband, yanking my shorts down and off.
I gasp as the cool air hits my heated skin.
Leaving my shirt hanging open, he reaches for my bra, roughly tugging the cups down to expose my breasts. His mouthlatches onto a nipple, sucking hard while his fingers find their way between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them as he starts to pump.
His teeth graze my sensitive nipple as he works his fingers in and out, his thumb circling my clit with devastating precision. The dual sensation has me arching off the counter.
“Lie back,” he commands, voice rough with need. He places his free hand on my sternum and gently pushes me down until I’m flat on my back.
“Such a perfect little pussy,” he murmurs, withdrawing his fingers, but before I can utter a complaint, his hands are on my thighs, spreading them even wider as he lowers his head. The first swipe of his tongue makes my back arch as I cry out.
“That’s my good little kitty,” he growls against my flesh. “Let me hear you scream.”
